The imperial path legacy resides among the stars.
A fireball rises gradually, like a newborn sun, containing terrifying energy, shattering the void inch by inch, disappearing without a trace.
Faced with this aftermath, if there were beings on the star, anyone with cultivation below the Golden Immortal Realm would be instantly vaporized.
Not even having time to let out a scream before vanishing completely.
No one knows how long it has been.
The aftermath slowly dissipates, revealing the scene after the battle.
In the vast star, a gigantic pit appears, thirty million miles in diameter and hundreds of miles deep, its walls remnants of sword qi, radiating endless sharpness.
If a swordsman and bladesman were to visit and seriously study the stone wall here, they would surely gain insight, perhaps learning a trick or two.
In the Middle Thousand Worlds, this could be considered a land of immortals, capable of birthing a powerful force.
This is the might of the strong!
